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According to agreement； Pierre Buttel was tried by the archers； who promptly transformed themselves into a court of justice； and as he had been taken red…handed； and did not condescend to defend himself； the trial was not a long affair。 He was unanimously sentenced to be hung； and the execution was then and there carried out； at the request of the criminal himself； who wanted the game to be properly played to the end； and who actually selected a suitable tree for his own execution。
〃But； Pierre；〃 said one of the judges； 〃how can you be held up there？〃
〃How stupid you are！〃 returned the captive。 〃I shall only pretend to be hung； of course。 See here！〃 and he fastened together several pieces strong string which had tied some of the other boys' books； piled the latter together； and standing on tiptoe on this very insecure basis； fastened one end of the cord to a horizontal bough； and put his neck into a running knot at the other end； endeavouring to imitate the contortions of an actual sufferer。 Shouts of laughter greeted him； and the victim laughed loudest of all。 Three archers went to call the rest to behold this amusing spectacle； one； tired out； remained with the prisoner。
〃Ah； Hangman；〃 said Pierre； putting out his tongue at him； 〃are the books firm？ I thought I felt them give way。〃
〃No；〃 replied Antoine； it was he who remained。 〃Don't be afraid； Pierre。〃
〃It is a good thing； for if they fell I don't think the cord is long enough。〃
〃Don't you really think so？〃
A horrible thought showed itself like a flash on the child's face。 He resembled a young hyena scenting blood for the first time。 He glanced at the pile of books Pierre was standing on； and compared it with the length of the cord between the branch and his neck。 It was already nearly dark； the shadows were deepening in the wood； gleams of pale light penetrated between the trees； the leaves had become black and rustled in the wind。 Antoine stood silent and motionless； listening if any sound could be heard near them。
It would be a curious study for the moralist to observe how the first thought of crime develops itself in the recesses of the human heart； and how this poisoned germ grows and stifles all other sentiments； an impressive lesson might be gathered from this struggle of two opposing principles； however weak it may be； in perverted natures。 In cases where judgment can discern； where there is power to choose between good and evil； the guilty person has only himself to blame； and the most heinous crime is only the action of its perpetrator。 It is a human action； the result of passions which might have been controlled； and one's mind is not uncertain； nor one's conscience doubtful； as to the guilt。 But how can one conceive this taste for murder in a young child； how imagine it； without being tempted to exchange the idea of eternal sovereign justice for that of blind …fatality？ How can one judge without hesitation between the moral sense which has given way and the instinct which displays itself？ how not exclaim that the designs of a Creator who retains the one and impels the other are sometimes mysterious and inexplicable； and that one must submit without understanding？
〃Do you hear them coming？〃asked Pierre。
〃I hear nothing；〃 replied Antoine； and a nervous shiver ran through all his members。
〃So much the worse。 I am tired of being dead； I shall come to life and run after them。 Hold the books； and I will undo the noose。〃
〃If you move； the books will separate； wait； I will hold them。〃
And he knelt down； and collecting all his strength； gave the pile a violent push。
Pierre endeavoured to raise his hands to his throat。 〃What are you doing？〃 he cried in a suffocating voice。
〃I am paying you out；〃 replied Antoine； folding his arms。
Pierre's feet were only a few inches from the ground； and the weight of his body at first bent the bough for a moment； but it rose again； and the unfortunate boy exhausted himself in useless efforts。 At every movement the knot grew tighter； his legs struggled； his arms sought vainly something to lay hold of； then his movements slackened； his limbs stiffened； and his hands sank down。 Of so much life and vigour nothing remained but the movement of an inert mass turning round and round upon itself。
Not till then did Antoine cry for help； and when the other boys hastened up they found him crying and tearing his hair。 So violent indeed were his sobs and his despair that he could hardly be understood as he tried to explain how the books had given way under Pierre； and how he had vainly endeavoured to support him in his arms。
This boy； left an orphan at three years old； had been brought up at first by a relation who turned him out for theft； afterwards by two sisters； his cousins； who were already beginning to take alarm at his abnormal perversity。 This pale and fragile being； an incorrigible thief； a consummate hypocrite； and a cold…blooded assassin； was predestined to an immortality of crime； and was to find a place among the most execrable monsters for whom humanity has ever had to blush； his name was Antoine…Francois Derues。
Twenty years had gone by since this horrible and mysterious event； which no one sought to unravel at the time it occurred。 One June evening； 1771； four persons were sitting in one of the rooms of a modestly furnished； dwelling on the third floor of a house in the rue Saint…Victor。 The party consisted of three women and an ecclesiastic； who boarded； for meals only； with the woman who tenanted the dwelling； the other two were near neighbours。 They were all friends； and often met thus in the evening to play cards。 They were sitting round the card…table； but although it was nearly ten o'clock the cards had not yet been touched。 They spoke in low tones； and a half…interrupted confidence had； this evening； put a check on the usual gaiety。
Someone knocked gently at the door； although no sound of steps on the creaking wooden staircase had been heard； and a wheedling voice asked for admittance。 The occupier of the room； Madame Legrand； rose； and admitted a man of about six…and…twenty； at whose appearance the four friends exchanged glances； at once observed by the new…comer； who affected； however； not to see them。 He bowed successively to the three women； and several times with the utmost respect to the abbe； making signs of apology for the interruption caused by his appearance； then； coughing several times； he turned to Madame Legrand； and said in a feeble voice； which seemed to betoken much suffering
〃My kind mistress； will you and these other ladies excuse my presenting myself at such an hour and in such a costume？ I am ill； and I was obliged to get up。〃
His costume was certainly singular enough： he was wrapped in a large dressing…gown of flowered chintz； his head was adorned by a nightcap drawn up at the top and surmounted by a muslin frill。 His appearance did not contradict his complaint of illness； he was barely four feet six in height； his limbs were bony； his face sharp； thin； and pale。 Thus attired； coughing incessantly； dragging his feet as if he had no strength to lift them； holding a lighted candle in one hand and an egg in the other； he suggested a caricature…some imaginary invalid just escaped from M。 Purgon。 Nevertheless； no one ventured to smile； notwithstanding his valetudinarian appearance and his air of affected humility。 The perpetual blinking of the yellow eyelids which fell over the round and hollow eyes； shining with a sombre fire which he could never entirely suppress； reminded one of a bird of prey unable to face the light； and the lines of his face； the hooked nose； and the thin； constantly quivering； drawn…in lips suggested a mixture of boldness and baseness； of cunning and sincerity。 But there is no book which can instruct one to read the human countenance correctly； and some special circumstance must have roused the suspicions of these four persons so much as to cause them to make these observations； and they were not as usual deceived by the humbug of this skilled actor； a past master in the art of deception。
He continued after a moment's silence； as if he did not wish to interrupt their mute observation
〃Will you oblige me by a neighbourly kindness？〃
〃What is it； Derues？〃 asked Madame Legrand。 A violent cough； which appeared to rend his chest； prevented him from answering immediately。 When it ceased； he looked at the abbe； and said； with a melancholy smile
〃What I ought to ask in my present state of health is your blessing； my father； and your intercession for the pardon of my sins。 But everyone clings to the life which God has given him。 We do not easily abandon hope； moreover； I have always considered it wrong to neglect such means of preserving our lives as are in our power； since life is for us only a time of trial； and the longer and harder the trial the greater our recompense in a better world。 Whatever befalls us； our answer should be that of the Virgin Mary to the angel who announced the mystery of the Incarnation： 'Behold the handmaid of the Lord； be it unto me according to Thy word。'〃
〃You are right；〃 said the abbe； with a severe and inquisitorial look； under which Derues remained quite untroub
